Lana POV
I was still catching my breath, heart fluttering from the rush of the show. The final round of applause echoed faintly beyond the curtain. Artemis stood close, the scent of his cologne grounding me more than I wanted to admit. He’d found me backstage in the changing room, where I had retreated for a moment to collect myself. Maybe to collect us—whatever this was between us.
His hand had brushed the bare skin between my shoulder blades, where the zipper of my gown sat half-undone. We hadn't said much. We didn’t need to.
That silence shattered with the click of stilettos.
“Well,” came a voice—low, smooth, undeniably her. “Isn’t this precious?”
I didn’t need to turn. My blood already knew.
Artemis straightened instinctively. I turned slowly.
Luna stood at the doorway of the dr
